those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017

❝Loving is not accepted. Love brought her here.❞

The chill of her chuckle ran down the length of his back, like the brash cold of a sharp knife. But still, the lightness of her laugh filled him with a warmth he had never known. He smiled. [part one / original story ] [cxpable © 2016 ]